Painting is, at its heart, a solitary act. I love the quiet of my studio, the space to think, to feel, to simply be.
In solitude we return to ourselves. We listen to the echo of what we miss, the voices that stay with us long after they are gone.
Blue has always felt like the color of solitude to me, a tone that hums somewhere deep inside, reminding us to pause and wonder at what shapes us. “For one human being to love another: that is the utmost. It is the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation… that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.”Rainer Maria Rilke
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Today I’m reflecting on light, not just its brightness but its presence, meaning, and emotion. My studio may be small, yet the light that filters in feels infinite. It shifts gently throughout the day, and somehow, it always knows how to inspire me quietly.
I remember a conversation with a fellow artist about how deeply light affects us, how good light changes not only what we see, but how we feel. What I didn’t realize then is that we also carry our own kind of light. Each of us is like a lit candle, and when we meet someone whose energy blends with ours, the glow becomes something brighter.
Maybe that’s why we’re drawn to light the stars, the moon, the sparkle of diamonds, and the shimmer of light on water. Even the light we see from distant galaxies is ancient, still traveling toward us. Perhaps our souls are like that too ,simple, enduring light, still shining across time.
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being." Carl Young #painting
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I paint to music. The songs I share are often the same ones guiding my brush the musicians, my silent co-authors.
Then, as always, the accessories run out of batteries and I’m left with silence. At first, it’s uneasy, a fan murmurs, a pigeon coos, an ambulance blares in the distance.
Then the louder sounds begin , the noise inside. Old aches, small fears, unfulfilled desire, scattered hopes. My thoughts whirl, my breath quickens.
And slowly, breath slows. The brush steadies. The silence opens , not empty, but infinite.
The noise that once unsettled me becomes the stillness that holds me.
In silence, I meet myself again.
“Last night I begged the Wise One to tell me the secret of the world. Gently, gently, he whispered, ‘Be quiet, the secret cannot be spoken, it is wrapped in silence.’” – Rumi
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I have been thinking about forgiveness lately. At first, I wondered what it means to forgive those who have hurt us. But slowly I realized that forgiving ourselves might be the harder work. How do we forgive our shortcomings, our mistakes, our self inflicted wounds, our obsessions, our missteps? How do we forgive the times we lacked drive, discipline, or compassion? How do we offer ourselves the same softness, the same grace we so easily give away? Can we see the child within us, still asking to be understood, still asking for kindness, still asking for love? What can we do today to show ourselves tenderness, to meet our own hearts with gentleness? “You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” — Buddha
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Lately, I’ve been thinking about grief the invisible stain and how we all carry our share.
Grief from loss: a loved one, a friend, a pet, even parts of ourselves, our identity, our youth, our envisioned future.
Some days it feels unbearably heavy; other days, it tempers and lightens. But it never really leaves it just becomes part of the weight we carry through life.
What eases the load is compassion, the gentle gestures and understanding we offer one another.
Maybe that’s the hidden gift of grief: it teaches empathy, makes us more aware of others suffering and reminds us how deeply connected we are in our shared humanity.
Grief is also the predecessor of spring, softening the soil of our hearts so hope can take root again. It awakens us to the promise of renewal and the quiet return of better days.
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I wanted to see the blood moon tonight, but the sky was overcast. I love painting the moon because it reminds me of how vast the universe is.
The universe is almost impossibly large. It stretches about 93 billion light years across, holds trillions of galaxies, and its farthest edge sits 46 billion light years away because space keeps expanding. There is comfort in that scale. With all the chaos and confusion in the world, the idea that we are a tiny speck in an expanding universe gives me a strange sense of hope. However, despite our insignificance,
Professor Brian Cox once said that even in an immense and indifferent cosmos, Earth may be the only small place where meaning exists.
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My thoughts today are about acceptance.
How do we learn to accept what confuses and frustrates us?
How do we accept being misunderstood by the very people we long to connect with?
How do we accept that kindness won’t always win love, or that aging softens our bodies as much as time humbles our hearts?
How do we accept the speeding rhythm of time, how days slip by faster and still never feel like enough?
How do we accept that language itself, our most human gift, will always fall short of what we truly mean to say?
Maybe acceptance begins with this: recognizing the limits within ourselves and others, and finding grace there. #contemporaryart
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Lately I’ve been thinking about regret, the things I’ve done, the choices I’ve made, and the moments I wish I could change. An old friend once told me that regret is inevitable because life is short and we only get one chance to live it.
But I wonder, aren’t the things we often regret the very experiences that shape who we are today? The mistakes, the heartbreaks, the failures, they all teach us something.
Maybe regret is just a way of holding on to the past, to a version of us that no longer exists. The real challenge is learning to make peace with all of it, to accept that we’re imperfect, still learning, still trying to do our best as life unfolds.
“Life is short, Break the Rules. Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably and never. regret anything That makes you smile.”
Mark Twain
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Lately I have been returning to the idea of memento mori. Flowers have long served as symbols of this truth, reminding us that every moment is temporary and that nothing lasts in the form we know it. Sitting with this truth invites deeper questions. If everything is temporary, how do we truly inhabit the moments we are given. How do we loosen our grip on fear long enough to let wonder in. How do we allow ourselves to feel fully, to love fully, to speak gratitude without restraint. How do we meet each moment with an open heart rather than with hesitation.
Rilke once said, let everything happen to your beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.
It is a reminder that our humanity becomes most vivid when we let ourselves live inside the present, without turning away
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Carl Jung believed the collective unconscious holds universal symbols, and the circle is one of its clearest signs of inner balance and wholeness.
Circles continue to appear in my work, echoing this instinct toward unity.
As Jung wrote, “The word mandala means a circle, particularly a magic circle. It is a symbol of a holy place,
a temenos, created to protect the center and to hold the energies of the psyche.”
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Lately I’ve been wandering through the ideas of love, and what it means to love someone. Can we love someone with an Agape kind of love, that quiet, selfless current that asks nothing in return? To love a person simply because they are.
I wonder if painting is a small manifestation of that same love, a devotion to color and form with no guarantee of being seen or understood, only the act of offering something of ourselves to the world.
“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.” — Vincent van Gogh
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Lately, I’ve been hearing from friends who feel worn by the weight of living. Their struggled echoes my own challenges. It reminds me how intricate we are, woven from hope and heartbreak, light and shadow.
How do we make sense of it all? The turning of days, the ache of change, the ache of heartache, yet still being grateful for what is.
To be human is to be suspended between beauty and fear, always becoming, always dissolving.
I keep thinking of blue, how it holds everything: the soft horizon, the depth of sorrow, the quiet grace of endurance. Blue reminds me we can feel deeply and still rise.
”The heaviest of burdens is simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillments.
The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and
Truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes man to
be lighter than air, to soar into new heights, take leave of the earth and his
earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are
insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight of Lightness?”
Milan Kundera
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It is no surprise that I will be continuing to work on a series of blue paintings which will be titled: What Silence Feels Like. This deep blue phase is an attempt to capture the weight and texture of quiet. Each canvas invites you to linger in the hush between thoughts and emotions where blue unfolds as both void and vibration.
One discovers the light in darkness, that is what darkness is for; but everything in our lives depends on how we bear the light. It is necessary, while in darkness, to know that there is a light somewhere, to know that in oneself, waiting to be found, there is a light.
James Baldwin
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The title of this painting is The universe Within.
Every time we meet someone, we step into a universe. Each of us is made of memories and dreams, joys and fractures, the quiet turning points that shape our being. Some cracks let the light spill through, others we learn to carry. This painting speaks to the universes within us all, and the grace of meeting one another with wonder and compassion.
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Last weekend to experience The Secret Garden exhibition. Exhibition closes January 11th.
Winter is slowly descending upon this magical garden, and soon the vibrant life within will grow still and rest beneath the season’s quiet. See it now before it fades from view.
Location: The Atelier Gallery, Lobby of The Atelier
Address: 1801 N. Pearl Street, Dallas, TX 75201
Just 1½ blocks from the DMA
Hours: Open daily, 8:00 AM – 8:00 PM
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As the year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on the joys and sorrows, the friendships and farewells, the moments of creativity and gratitude. This year brought two solo exhibitions and my first artist talk, milestones that deepened my appreciation for the creative journey. May the year ahead bring fresh inspiration, steady discipline, and a renewed hope for peace and kindness in the world. Wishing everyone a meaningful and creative New Year.#contemporaryart #naturepainting #oilpainting #dallasartist #dallasart
Rilke’s words in Letters to a Young Poet have been a guiding light for me, so I am reposting this quote because I revisit it at different stages of my life:
"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
This idea, that life’s mysteries are not meant to be solved immediately but lived through,
continues to shape my perspective and my art. This piece, For Rilke, is dedicated to that wisdom.
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SOLD!
I’m excited to share that one of the paintings from The Secret Garden exhibition, currently on view at The Atelier Gallery, has sold. What makes this moment especially meaningful is that the piece, titled The Secret Garden was the final painting in the series.
Adding to the synchronicity, the collector works with Arts & Letters Live, a program that celebrates literature, and this entire series was inspired by the classic children’s book The Secret Garden by Frances Burnett.
As Carl Jung said: “Synchronicity is an ever-present reality for those who have eyes to see.” This moment feels like one of those rare alignments.
Grateful for this connection and support!
The Secret Garden
On View Until: January 11, 2026
Location: The Atelier Gallery, Lobby of The Atelier
Address: 1801 N. Pearl Street, Dallas, TX 75201
Just 1½ blocks from the DMA
Hours: Open daily, 8:00 AM – 8:00 PM
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When I began creating The Secret Garden, I imagined a space where color and introspection could bloom together. If you missed the opening reception, there’s still time to step into that world.
On View Until: January 11, 2026
Location: The Atelier Gallery, Lobby of The Atelier
Address: 1801 N. Pearl Street, Dallas, TX 75201
Just 1½ blocks from the DMA
Hours: Open daily, 8:00 AM – 8:00 PM
If you visit, I’d love to hear what resonates with you.
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Step into a world where winter yields to unexpected blossoms. My latest series, The Secret Garden, invites you to wander through a sanctuary of color and renewal—a reflection of the quiet spaces within us that long to be revived. Inspired by the timeless tale of rediscovering a forgotten garden, these paintings echo the journey of tending to our own inner landscapes. As Rainer Maria Rilke once wrote, “And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.” Let this December be a season of awakening.
Photo: Bry Brad Flowers
On View: December 8 – January 11
Reception: Thursday, December 11 | 6–8 PM
The Gallery is on the floor level of the luxury apartment building
The Atelier | Arts District – Downtown Dallas
1801 N. Pearl Street, Dallas, TX 75201
I hope you’ll join me in celebration.
Parking: 1821 N Pearl Street
Update on Parking: Go to Kiosk and use code TAG11
For complimentary parking during the reception
